*Deep breath in. Deep breath out.*

Can you feel it? The soft breeze dancing through you hair, mussing it up? The caressing touch of  the warm sun rays making you all at once feel sleepy, yet invigorated? Or maybe it's something more than that. It's the brown grass tinged with green. It's the skeletal trees with their tiny buds growing just that much bigger everyday. It's the singing of the birds waking you up in the morning, the scampering of a squirrel as he descends his throne, the smell of rain always present in the air.

Spring always holds a feeling of hope. Hope that the dark days of winter will finally let go of its hold on our minds. Hope that life will begin again, make us sane once more. Winter has the feeling of night. What we do and say doesn't really matter, because who will see it anyways? Winter, night--everything is done in secret, in a dreamland. Reality is a myth and no one follows the rules anymore. But with Spring comes the light and everything is real once more. Everyone and everything wakes up and realizes that there is something in this life worth living for.

I welcome the cold days that will most likely follow this one of warmth. Because I know that just around the corner are many days of warmth, growth, happy rain, and awakening. I begin to feel again, to defrost.